Things that make me laugh

The way Miranda tilts her head at last 90 degrees when she is watching
something interesting, like a finger scratching under the covers. Her
head tilts and tilts and tilts to the side, and then she gives a big
yawn, as if she wasn't interested at all, no, no, not in the least.

The way Caliban is fascinated by the water flushing in the toilet. He
stands on his hind feet with his elbows on the ridge and with his front
paws dangling inside the bowl, and tilts his head this way and that
while watching the water. He looks so engrossed. Now and then he
stretches out a paw toward the swirling water. Then when it stops, he
still hangs there staring at it, sometimes looking up at me as if to
say, 'Meowmie, make the water jump again!'

The way Caliban scratches frantically at the door when he and Miranda
are out in the enclosure, as if I've locked them out for hours, though
they've only been there five minutes, and how, when I open the door to
let them in, they tumble inside tripping over each other just like
little kids.

The way Caliban tries to outsmart me when I feed Miranda. She eats on
top of a cupboard so that Caliban won't steal her food. I have to stand
on guard while she eats, or he will jump up and snag a piece, then jump
down again and run for cover to eat it. He can do this maneuver in the
blink of an eye. He goes to jump onto the cupboard from one side, and I
put my hand in front so he can't see where he's going. Then he quickly
scrabbles to the other side of the cupboard, but it's so small, I can
just stand there and lift my other hand to stop him jumping onto the
other side. Then he quickly runs to the other side, thinking he'll be
quicker than me. But there's the hand again, in his way. When Miranda is
done, I lift her plate onto the top of the fridge, out of both their reach.

The way Caliban shows his displeasure with me. If he's mad at me for
whatever reason, he climbs to the top of the cat tree, flops down and
starts bunny-kicking the tree while staring steadily at me, as if to
say, 'see what I'm doing to this here cat tree? This could be your head,
you know.'

The way Miranda loves to have the extreme end of her snout scritched;
the bridge of her nose, her whisker pads, the end of her chin. If I
scritch the bridge of her nose long enough, she will open her mouth
slightly and a faint 'hrrrrrr hrrrrrr hrrrrr' sound can be heard. That's
the only time you can hear her purr, but I've come to recognize the
slighly quickening and deepening of her breathing that means that she is
purring.

These are things that set my current two aside from any other cats I've
known, and they make me laugh every day.

--
Marina, Miranda and Caliban. In loving memory of Frank and Nikki.
marina (dot) kurten (at) iki (dot) fi
Stories and pics at http://koti.welho.com/mkurten/
Pics at http://uk.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/frankiennikki/
and http://community.webshots.com/user/frankiennikki

"Marina" wrote in message
...
The way Miranda tilts her head at last 90 degrees when she is watching
something interesting, like a finger scratching under the covers.

The way Caliban is fascinated by the water flushing in the toilet.
The way Caliban scratches frantically at the door when he and Miranda are
out in the enclosure, as if I've locked them out for hours,
The way Caliban tries to outsmart me when I feed Miranda.

The way Caliban shows his displeasure with me.

The way Miranda loves to have the extreme end of her snout scritched; the
bridge of her nose, her whisker pads, the end of her chin.
These are things that set my current two aside from any other cats I've
known, and they make me laugh every day.

Awwww - they've rapped you around their velvet paws. What sweet cats you
have :-)

Susan M
Otis and Chester

On Mon, 03 Apr 2006 16:30:36 +0300, Marina
yodeled:

The way Miranda tilts her head at last 90 degrees when she is watching
something interesting, like a finger scratching under the covers. Her
head tilts and tilts and tilts to the side, and then she gives a big
yawn, as if she wasn't interested at all, no, no, not in the least.

The way Caliban is fascinated by the water flushing in the toilet. He
stands on his hind feet with his elbows on the ridge and with his front
paws dangling inside the bowl, and tilts his head this way and that
while watching the water. He looks so engrossed. Now and then he
stretches out a paw toward the swirling water. Then when it stops, he
still hangs there staring at it, sometimes looking up at me as if to
say, 'Meowmie, make the water jump again!'

The way Caliban scratches frantically at the door when he and Miranda
are out in the enclosure, as if I've locked them out for hours, though
they've only been there five minutes, and how, when I open the door to
let them in, they tumble inside tripping over each other just like
little kids.

The way Caliban tries to outsmart me when I feed Miranda. She eats on
top of a cupboard so that Caliban won't steal her food. I have to stand
on guard while she eats, or he will jump up and snag a piece, then jump
down again and run for cover to eat it. He can do this maneuver in the
blink of an eye. He goes to jump onto the cupboard from one side, and I
put my hand in front so he can't see where he's going. Then he quickly
scrabbles to the other side of the cupboard, but it's so small, I can
just stand there and lift my other hand to stop him jumping onto the
other side. Then he quickly runs to the other side, thinking he'll be
quicker than me. But there's the hand again, in his way. When Miranda is
done, I lift her plate onto the top of the fridge, out of both their reach.

The way Caliban shows his displeasure with me. If he's mad at me for
whatever reason, he climbs to the top of the cat tree, flops down and
starts bunny-kicking the tree while staring steadily at me, as if to
say, 'see what I'm doing to this here cat tree? This could be your head,
you know.'

The way Miranda loves to have the extreme end of her snout scritched;
the bridge of her nose, her whisker pads, the end of her chin. If I
scritch the bridge of her nose long enough, she will open her mouth
slightly and a faint 'hrrrrrr hrrrrrr hrrrrr' sound can be heard. That's
the only time you can hear her purr, but I've come to recognize the
slighly quickening and deepening of her breathing that means that she is
purring.

These are things that set my current two aside from any other cats I've
known, and they make me laugh every day.


I know the feeling. My two make me laugh all the time. Stinky always
made me laugh, he's a natural clown. But Dante is one, too, and the
two of them make me laugh almost every time I look at them. I've said
before, having them in the house is like having the Three Stooges.
"Aw, a wise guy, eh?" bop! boink! bing! bang! whooooosssshhh!"



Theresa
Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh
My Blog: http://www.humanitas.blogspot.com

Make Levees, Not War

Marina wrote:
The way Miranda tilts her head at last 90 degrees when she is watching
something interesting, like a finger scratching under the covers. Her
head tilts and tilts and tilts to the side, and then she gives a big
yawn, as if she wasn't interested at all, no, no, not in the least.

The way Caliban is fascinated by the water flushing in the toilet. He
stands on his hind feet with his elbows on the ridge and with his
front paws dangling inside the bowl, and tilts his head this way and
that
while watching the water. He looks so engrossed. Now and then he
stretches out a paw toward the swirling water. Then when it stops, he
still hangs there staring at it, sometimes looking up at me as if to
say, 'Meowmie, make the water jump again!'

The way Caliban scratches frantically at the door when he and Miranda
are out in the enclosure, as if I've locked them out for hours, though
they've only been there five minutes, and how, when I open the door to
let them in, they tumble inside tripping over each other just like
little kids.

The way Caliban tries to outsmart me when I feed Miranda. She eats on
top of a cupboard so that Caliban won't steal her food. I have to
stand
on guard while she eats, or he will jump up and snag a piece, then
jump down again and run for cover to eat it. He can do this maneuver
in the blink of an eye. He goes to jump onto the cupboard from one
side, and I put my hand in front so he can't see where he's going.
Then he quickly scrabbles to the other side of the cupboard, but it's
so small, I can
just stand there and lift my other hand to stop him jumping onto the
other side. Then he quickly runs to the other side, thinking he'll be
quicker than me. But there's the hand again, in his way. When Miranda
is done, I lift her plate onto the top of the fridge, out of both
their reach.

The way Caliban shows his displeasure with me. If he's mad at me for
whatever reason, he climbs to the top of the cat tree, flops down and
starts bunny-kicking the tree while staring steadily at me, as if to
say, 'see what I'm doing to this here cat tree? This could be your
head, you know.'

The way Miranda loves to have the extreme end of her snout scritched;
the bridge of her nose, her whisker pads, the end of her chin. If I
scritch the bridge of her nose long enough, she will open her mouth
slightly and a faint 'hrrrrrr hrrrrrr hrrrrr' sound can be heard.
That's the only time you can hear her purr, but I've come to
recognize the slighly quickening and deepening of her breathing that
means that she is purring.

These are things that set my current two aside from any other cats
I've known, and they make me laugh every day.

Why does this remind me of the song, "Raindrops on roses and whiskers on
kittens" I love when Persia tilts her head up for scritches too. And I
thank every day she decided to make me her owner. I have no idea why she
did, but she did, and it's joyful! I keep the lid on the toilet down,
though. She likes to watch the water when I'm in the shower. Of course she
has to tell me I'm doing it all wrong and lick the water off my legs when I
step out.

Jill

jmcquown wrote:
Marina wrote:
The way Miranda tilts her head at last 90 degrees when she is
watching something interesting, like a finger scratching under the
covers. Her head tilts and tilts and tilts to the side, and then she
gives a big yawn, as if she wasn't interested at all, no, no, not in
the least.

The way Caliban is fascinated by the water flushing in the toilet. He
stands on his hind feet with his elbows on the ridge and with his
front paws dangling inside the bowl, and tilts his head this way and
that
while watching the water. He looks so engrossed. Now and then he
stretches out a paw toward the swirling water. Then when it stops, he
still hangs there staring at it, sometimes looking up at me as if to
say, 'Meowmie, make the water jump again!'

The way Caliban scratches frantically at the door when he and Miranda
are out in the enclosure, as if I've locked them out for hours,
though they've only been there five minutes, and how, when I open
the door to let them in, they tumble inside tripping over each other
just like
little kids.

The way Caliban tries to outsmart me when I feed Miranda. She eats on
top of a cupboard so that Caliban won't steal her food. I have to
stand
on guard while she eats, or he will jump up and snag a piece, then
jump down again and run for cover to eat it. He can do this maneuver
in the blink of an eye. He goes to jump onto the cupboard from one
side, and I put my hand in front so he can't see where he's going.
Then he quickly scrabbles to the other side of the cupboard, but it's
so small, I can
just stand there and lift my other hand to stop him jumping onto the
other side. Then he quickly runs to the other side, thinking he'll be
quicker than me. But there's the hand again, in his way. When Miranda
is done, I lift her plate onto the top of the fridge, out of both
their reach.

The way Caliban shows his displeasure with me. If he's mad at me for
whatever reason, he climbs to the top of the cat tree, flops down and
starts bunny-kicking the tree while staring steadily at me, as if to
say, 'see what I'm doing to this here cat tree? This could be your
head, you know.'

The way Miranda loves to have the extreme end of her snout scritched;
the bridge of her nose, her whisker pads, the end of her chin. If I
scritch the bridge of her nose long enough, she will open her mouth
slightly and a faint 'hrrrrrr hrrrrrr hrrrrr' sound can be heard.
That's the only time you can hear her purr, but I've come to
recognize the slighly quickening and deepening of her breathing that
means that she is purring.

These are things that set my current two aside from any other cats
I've known, and they make me laugh every day.

Why does this remind me of the song, "Raindrops on roses and whiskers
on kittens" I love when Persia tilts her head up for scritches too.
And I thank every day she decided to make me her owner. I have no
idea why she did, but she did, and it's joyful! I keep the lid on
the toilet down, though. She likes to watch the water when I'm in
the shower. Of course she has to tell me I'm doing it all wrong and
lick the water off my legs when I step out.

Jill

Thanks for the earworm, Jill. ;-)
--
Adrian (Owned by Snoopy and Bagheera)
Cats leave pawprints on your heart.
http://community.webshots.com/user/clowderuk

"jmcquown" wrote in message
...
Marina wrote:
The way Miranda tilts her head at last 90 degrees when she is watching
something interesting, like a finger scratching under the covers. Her
head tilts and tilts and tilts to the side, and then she gives a big
yawn, as if she wasn't interested at all, no, no, not in the least.

The way Caliban is fascinated by the water flushing in the toilet. He
stands on his hind feet with his elbows on the ridge and with his
front paws dangling inside the bowl, and tilts his head this way and
that
while watching the water. He looks so engrossed. Now and then he
stretches out a paw toward the swirling water. Then when it stops, he
still hangs there staring at it, sometimes looking up at me as if to
say, 'Meowmie, make the water jump again!'

The way Caliban scratches frantically at the door when he and Miranda
are out in the enclosure, as if I've locked them out for hours, though
they've only been there five minutes, and how, when I open the door to
let them in, they tumble inside tripping over each other just like
little kids.

The way Caliban tries to outsmart me when I feed Miranda. She eats on
top of a cupboard so that Caliban won't steal her food. I have to
stand
on guard while she eats, or he will jump up and snag a piece, then
jump down again and run for cover to eat it. He can do this maneuver
in the blink of an eye. He goes to jump onto the cupboard from one
side, and I put my hand in front so he can't see where he's going.
Then he quickly scrabbles to the other side of the cupboard, but it's
so small, I can
just stand there and lift my other hand to stop him jumping onto the
other side. Then he quickly runs to the other side, thinking he'll be
quicker than me. But there's the hand again, in his way. When Miranda
is done, I lift her plate onto the top of the fridge, out of both
their reach.

The way Caliban shows his displeasure with me. If he's mad at me for
whatever reason, he climbs to the top of the cat tree, flops down and
starts bunny-kicking the tree while staring steadily at me, as if to
say, 'see what I'm doing to this here cat tree? This could be your
head, you know.'

The way Miranda loves to have the extreme end of her snout scritched;
the bridge of her nose, her whisker pads, the end of her chin. If I
scritch the bridge of her nose long enough, she will open her mouth
slightly and a faint 'hrrrrrr hrrrrrr hrrrrr' sound can be heard.
That's the only time you can hear her purr, but I've come to
recognize the slighly quickening and deepening of her breathing that
means that she is purring.

These are things that set my current two aside from any other cats
I've known, and they make me laugh every day.

Why does this remind me of the song, "Raindrops on roses and whiskers on
kittens" I love when Persia tilts her head up for scritches too. And I
thank every day she decided to make me her owner. I have no idea why she
did, but she did, and it's joyful! I keep the lid on the toilet down,
though. She likes to watch the water when I'm in the shower. Of course
she
has to tell me I'm doing it all wrong and lick the water off my legs when
I
step out.


Thats the sound from Sound of Music, right?
I kept the lid down on the toilet too as many times things fell in there.
Rusty was startled sometimes by the noise of a flushing toilet. He is not
a brave cat by any means. Both of us are scared of thunder.
Glad to hear you survive the tornado. This morning's news said lots of
damage
in Tennesee

Winnie

Winnie
Jill

Heh. Our furbabies sure make life worth living, eh?
Lily & her mama

--

Irulan
from the stars we come
to the stars we return
from now until the end of time
"Marina" wrote in message
...
The way Miranda tilts her head at last 90 degrees when she is watching
something interesting, like a finger scratching under the covers. Her head
tilts and tilts and tilts to the side, and then she gives a big yawn, as
if she wasn't interested at all, no, no, not in the least.

The way Caliban is fascinated by the water flushing in the toilet. He
stands on his hind feet with his elbows on the ridge and with his front
paws dangling inside the bowl, and tilts his head this way and that while
watching the water. He looks so engrossed. Now and then he stretches out a
paw toward the swirling water. Then when it stops, he still hangs there
staring at it, sometimes looking up at me as if to say, 'Meowmie, make the
water jump again!'

The way Caliban scratches frantically at the door when he and Miranda are
out in the enclosure, as if I've locked them out for hours, though they've
only been there five minutes, and how, when I open the door to let them
in, they tumble inside tripping over each other just like little kids.

The way Caliban tries to outsmart me when I feed Miranda. She eats on top
of a cupboard so that Caliban won't steal her food. I have to stand on
guard while she eats, or he will jump up and snag a piece, then jump down
again and run for cover to eat it. He can do this maneuver in the blink of
an eye. He goes to jump onto the cupboard from one side, and I put my hand
in front so he can't see where he's going. Then he quickly scrabbles to
the other side of the cupboard, but it's so small, I can just stand there
and lift my other hand to stop him jumping onto the other side. Then he
quickly runs to the other side, thinking he'll be quicker than me. But
there's the hand again, in his way. When Miranda is done, I lift her plate
onto the top of the fridge, out of both their reach.

The way Caliban shows his displeasure with me. If he's mad at me for
whatever reason, he climbs to the top of the cat tree, flops down and
starts bunny-kicking the tree while staring steadily at me, as if to say,
'see what I'm doing to this here cat tree? This could be your head, you
know.'

The way Miranda loves to have the extreme end of her snout scritched; the
bridge of her nose, her whisker pads, the end of her chin. If I scritch
the bridge of her nose long enough, she will open her mouth slightly and a
faint 'hrrrrrr hrrrrrr hrrrrr' sound can be heard. That's the only time
you can hear her purr, but I've come to recognize the slighly quickening
and deepening of her breathing that means that she is purring.

These are things that set my current two aside from any other cats I've
known, and they make me laugh every day.

--
Marina, Miranda and Caliban. In loving memory of Frank and Nikki.
marina (dot) kurten (at) iki (dot) fi
Stories and pics at http://koti.welho.com/mkurten/
Pics at http://uk.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/frankiennikki/
and http://community.webshots.com/user/frankiennikki

What characters! I love Caliban's way of expressing anger. Smudge
just sulks (which I find amusing, too). Also his fascination with
the flushing toilet, moving his head back and forth to watch the
water go down. Also, does Miranda ever topple over when she's
tilting her head like that?

Joyce



Marina wrote:

The way Miranda tilts her head at last 90 degrees when she is watching
something interesting, like a finger scratching under the covers. Her
head tilts and tilts and tilts to the side, and then she gives a big
yawn, as if she wasn't interested at all, no, no, not in the least.

The way Caliban is fascinated by the water flushing in the toilet. He
stands on his hind feet with his elbows on the ridge and with his front
paws dangling inside the bowl, and tilts his head this way and that
while watching the water. He looks so engrossed. Now and then he
stretches out a paw toward the swirling water. Then when it stops, he
still hangs there staring at it, sometimes looking up at me as if to
say, 'Meowmie, make the water jump again!'

The way Caliban scratches frantically at the door when he and Miranda
are out in the enclosure, as if I've locked them out for hours, though
they've only been there five minutes, and how, when I open the door to
let them in, they tumble inside tripping over each other just like
little kids.

The way Caliban tries to outsmart me when I feed Miranda. She eats on
top of a cupboard so that Caliban won't steal her food. I have to stand
on guard while she eats, or he will jump up and snag a piece, then jump
down again and run for cover to eat it. He can do this maneuver in the
blink of an eye. He goes to jump onto the cupboard from one side, and I
put my hand in front so he can't see where he's going. Then he quickly
scrabbles to the other side of the cupboard, but it's so small, I can
just stand there and lift my other hand to stop him jumping onto the
other side. Then he quickly runs to the other side, thinking he'll be
quicker than me. But there's the hand again, in his way. When Miranda is
done, I lift her plate onto the top of the fridge, out of both their reach.

The way Caliban shows his displeasure with me. If he's mad at me for
whatever reason, he climbs to the top of the cat tree, flops down and
starts bunny-kicking the tree while staring steadily at me, as if to
say, 'see what I'm doing to this here cat tree? This could be your head,
you know.'

The way Miranda loves to have the extreme end of her snout scritched;
the bridge of her nose, her whisker pads, the end of her chin. If I
scritch the bridge of her nose long enough, she will open her mouth
slightly and a faint 'hrrrrrr hrrrrrr hrrrrr' sound can be heard. That's
the only time you can hear her purr, but I've come to recognize the
slighly quickening and deepening of her breathing that means that she is
purring.

These are things that set my current two aside from any other cats I've
known, and they make me laugh every day.

--
Marina, Miranda and Caliban. In loving memory of Frank and Nikki.
marina (dot) kurten (at) iki (dot) fi
Stories and pics at http://koti.welho.com/mkurten/
Pics at http://uk.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/frankiennikki/
and http://community.webshots.com/user/frankiennikki

--
To reply privately, take the X's out of my user ID.

Adrian A wrote:

Why does this remind me of the song, "Raindrops on roses and whiskers
on kittens" I love when Persia tilts her head up for scritches too.
Jill

Thanks for the earworm, Jill. ;-)

I have streaming audio going on in the background while reading email
and newsgroups, which helps a lot in this regard.

Joyce

(((Marina))) i love your stories about your wonderful cats!
"Marina" wrote in message
...
The way Miranda tilts her head at last 90 degrees when she is watching
something interesting, like a finger scratching under the covers. Her head
tilts and tilts and tilts to the side, and then she gives a big yawn, as
if she wasn't interested at all, no, no, not in the least.

The way Caliban is fascinated by the water flushing in the toilet. He
stands on his hind feet with his elbows on the ridge and with his front
paws dangling inside the bowl, and tilts his head this way and that while
watching the water. He looks so engrossed. Now and then he stretches out a
paw toward the swirling water. Then when it stops, he still hangs there
staring at it, sometimes looking up at me as if to say, 'Meowmie, make the
water jump again!'

The way Caliban scratches frantically at the door when he and Miranda are
out in the enclosure, as if I've locked them out for hours, though they've
only been there five minutes, and how, when I open the door to let them
in, they tumble inside tripping over each other just like little kids.

The way Caliban tries to outsmart me when I feed Miranda. She eats on top
of a cupboard so that Caliban won't steal her food. I have to stand on
guard while she eats, or he will jump up and snag a piece, then jump down
again and run for cover to eat it. He can do this maneuver in the blink of
an eye. He goes to jump onto the cupboard from one side, and I put my hand
in front so he can't see where he's going. Then he quickly scrabbles to
the other side of the cupboard, but it's so small, I can just stand there
and lift my other hand to stop him jumping onto the other side. Then he
quickly runs to the other side, thinking he'll be quicker than me. But
there's the hand again, in his way. When Miranda is done, I lift her plate
onto the top of the fridge, out of both their reach.

The way Caliban shows his displeasure with me. If he's mad at me for
whatever reason, he climbs to the top of the cat tree, flops down and
starts bunny-kicking the tree while staring steadily at me, as if to say,
'see what I'm doing to this here cat tree? This could be your head, you
know.'

The way Miranda loves to have the extreme end of her snout scritched; the
bridge of her nose, her whisker pads, the end of her chin. If I scritch
the bridge of her nose long enough, she will open her mouth slightly and a
faint 'hrrrrrr hrrrrrr hrrrrr' sound can be heard. That's the only time
you can hear her purr, but I've come to recognize the slighly quickening
and deepening of her breathing that means that she is purring.

These are things that set my current two aside from any other cats I've
known, and they make me laugh every day.

--
Marina, Miranda and Caliban. In loving memory of Frank and Nikki.
marina (dot) kurten (at) iki (dot) fi
Stories and pics at http://koti.welho.com/mkurten/
Pics at http://uk.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/frankiennikki/
and http://community.webshots.com/user/frankiennikki